Well, when the cats are away, the drunken fools will play, the cats being the rest of the party who went off to take care of a few unfinished quests like a day ago, and the drunken fools being you and Astarion. It was just you and Astarion back at the camp. In a few months, none of you saved up any kind of money to actually secure or buy a place or even an apartment for a few days, so the plan was to take everything you all gained from missions, quests, and what have you and either sell it to buy stuff to decorate the camp or just take the stuff and decorate the camp anyway, so by the time the month rolled around, the camp started to grow and look more like home away from home.   However, deep inside your quarters, you and Astarion were not doing anything special—aside from drinking, playing reckless games, and testing out your new and old spells—since it was not like the others were back to stop the fun this time. From the outside, all you could hear was continuous hysterical laughter, thuds, clanks, and just breaking sounds. Then, while Astarion stood on your desk, drunkenly wobbling a bit, he proposed the idea of a quick conjuration spell, because what could possibly go wrong? So, you both grabbed the basics, made the circle on the ground with a bit of blood and wine, and added salt, but because you didn't have any beast meat or hair on hand, you both used yours, thinking nothing of it because liquid courage tends to make you stupid as well.   Then it was time for the moment of truth, but something odd happened. It only took a second of you looking over at him, but there was a cloud of smoke covering the circle, and looking down, there in your hands, instead of a familiar, there sat a baby girl, pale, small, and chubby with short, curly white hair, the spitting image of Astarion with her right eye the same color as yours and her left, the same color as Astarion's. Even after the smoke cleared, all you two could do for a few seconds was stare wide-eyed. "Oh...Gods..." Astarion croaked out.